Summer Vacation Day 10, GA

The plants also were waking up.

The rest of the coffee bar feature new art stocked every week.

We spent some time at the Center for Puppetry Arts in downtown Atlanta. Although this museum will house the complete collection of the Henson muppets, it currently featured but a few pigs in space, a Kermit, and the Dark Crystal villain. Much of the other exhibits explained historical puppets and their cultural values. Here were some cultural puppets. Most of the rest weren't picture-ready...hidden in dark lighting or perpetually moving.

A broken man on a piece of broken church.

Butterbeans! A corner grocer stand.

Deciding how to spend the rest of our day, we drove to the farmer's market in Decatur. Downtown Decatur was quite colorful though.

On top of the Decatur MARTA station.

Creative Decatur boutiques.

A Decatur store.

Sadly, most of the restaurants were closed in the mid-afternoon. Having missed the lunch-rush and too early for dinner, we had to pass many cool eateries to find one that was open.

Sun metalwork.

More Decatur with a scooter.

A unique coffee and wine bar with dangling windows in the vines.

Ultimately, we settled on a noodle restaurant. It was very green inside.

The art in the noodle restaurant over my shoulder.

Passing the coffee and wine bar again. Better shot of the windows.

More hanging windows and shutters. This house is across the street from Deb's in Cabbage Town.

The desk in the front of Deb's house.

Looking out Deb's kitchen window in the passing afternoon.

Deb's steps outside.

There aren't many cemeteries in San Diego, so opted to stroll through the large park next to Cabbage Town. Quality dead.

A sculpture of the guy who was buried inside. Smart.

Identical headstones from logs to crosses. The cotton mill smoke stack frame in the clearing to the left.

Nice place to rest.

Artful headstones.

You could tell much about a person based on how much maintenance his or her grave required. A sculpture like this mandated an investment upfront. Some flowers and gardens, however, were still tended by the living.

It wasn't uncommon for the front of the headstone to have the typical name and expiration date, and for the tops to outline family relations. The first two read mother and father. Many brothers followed the line.

Deeply colored marble simulating stained glass.

A very scenic park.

My search is over.

A fountain. The water fell from the umbrella tips.

Damn good shot. The cotton mill in the background is now being leased as studio flats. The sculpture in the front isn't being leased. Not for sale.

When your headstone is supposed by Grecian columns, you're compensating for something.

Creative and tasteful. I like it.

Real stained glass inside. Please knock before entering.

The capitol building off in the distance.

Easy access graves for zombies.

A variety of plots were managed independently...leaving to much more than just the flat stones that are easy to mow over. People care about their deceased here.

They're going to make a killing with that name. They already buried the competition.

Little Five Points is the neighborhood the hipsters have staked as their own. Bright colors are only the beginning.

The Vortex claimed to be the best burgers in the city. Stale mushrooms and less-than hospitable service were disappointing. Call them the Flushed Swirlie instead.

An awesome record shop.

Hipster clothing stores...

...storing clothes for hipsters.

All sorts of cultural imagery. Best left to the reader for interpretation.

A little pizza and bikes.

Gauges on a Honda bike.

Most of the shops closed before 7. Hipsters need time to congregate around other closed structures and make food.

Indie shirts.

A gas station and an undressed model.

A piercing studio and the neighborhood you'll watch while being impaled.


Musically inclined hipsters are a welcomed treat. Not many people wield their high-school trumpet for some evening soul.

waxing, wet cuts, waning, weaves...

Lots of staples in a power pole.